It was a sweltering day, we’d been standing out there marching, marching, marching. Things just weren’t coming together. Clouds rolled in, cooling us off just a little. It thundered. Violating every safety guideline in the books, we were kept in the field.
I think I was standing in on the forty or forty-five yard line when it happened. A bright flash accompanied immediately with a crash of thunder. Kapow. One of the girls in the flag corps went down.
It’d be a much better story, I guess, if she were actually struck by lightning, but she wasn’t. Well, if she was, then it was the kindest bolt of lightning in the world as she got up soon after and we all hauled ass for shelter.
And this was your lame story for this week. Lame post brought to you by Dawn Summers.